"I heard that Qiao Yan received something that Wang Sui sent to her during her lifetime in the hospital, and she was shocked and fainted."

Lao Yao called Song Jing again that night, and Song Jing was thrusting his eyes: "Why do you know everything?"

"Who doesn't know that it's all a big fuss? You don't know that you don't deal with people in the circle. I'm your agent and I can't listen to all directions. If we don't become famous, we can't know these basic skills, okay?"

Song Jing said curiously: "What did you send? Can you scare Qiao Yan to death? Her death cannot be related to Qiao Yan, right?"

"A rose!"

Lao Yao was a little puzzled: "I just don't know why a flower scared Qiao Yan to death. What are the rare things about roses? Isn't it very common? Oh, I heard that Wang Sui posted rose photos on his Moments every week before his death. Is this a hint?"

Song Jing: “…”

Damn!

Is he really afraid of what he is?

Song Jing can't figure out the rose on the female assistant's head until now, so she gave her a dose of strong medicine today.

It proved more and more that she wasn't really drunk last night.

The rose is real, but no one can see it, only Song Jing can see it!

Today, the female assistant died. Qiao Yan said that she died like a flower. Song Jing immediately understood that it was definitely a rose.

But this matter is too outrageous. Does the rose appear on the person's head mean that the person is about to die, or does the rose kill the person?

The police are still investigating, there should be a murderer in this matter.

【mark】.

Song Jing thought of this word in his mind.

She twitched her eyelids, took out her cell phone, and saw the avatar of the man on WeChat. The pure black avatar looked like a bottomless abyss.

I added WeChat and posted pictures last night, but the chat box has not been swiped yet.

Doll posts are also tagged, and Tang Ling posted photos of doll posts in his circle of friends!

These are all things that look ordinary but seem extremely weird at this moment.

Song Jing hesitated and didn't know whether to ask this man. She wasn't trying to find an excuse to contact the other party, but felt that her views were gradually being shaken by something that surfaced.

Song Jing asked the man: [What does mark mean? UCT marking the other party is a sign of killing the other party? How do you see it?]

Unexpectedly, he actually returned immediately.

d:【You saw the mark.】

He used a positive reply.

Song Jing:【…】

d:【I will come to you.】

He threw down this sentence, and in Song Jing's eyes, he was like a line from a murderer—

【I will kill you to silence】

Damn!

Song Jing threw away his cell phone and looked up at the ceiling.

Her reason did not allow her to accept some things that were broken, but her eyes were telling her that what she saw could not be explained by science.

And she must know whether Tang Ling was dead. Although she had been together for only a week with this girl who was one year younger than her, she had the responsibility to track down some clues about the other party.

The doorbell sound came from outside the door, and Song Jing was startled and thought that the man had arrived.

When I walked to the door and touched the door handle, I remembered that there was a safe elevator outside my house. Ordinary people could not go upstairs without a password. Moreover, if strangers entered, the security guard would notify me.

She paused for a moment, but still opened the thick anti-theft electronic door.

The door was empty, only on the ground, and there was a pair of doll stickers hanging pictures lying quietly.
Chapter completed!